BY DAVE PLAUT

They took the casket out the back,
A lady who had died,
And placed the casket on a cart.
Then wheeled her inside.
The mourners looked so sad and grim
And all were dressed in black.
The priest then pulled the casket front
But something pulled it back.
A man had walked behind the cart
And pulled it towards the door
To try to take the casket out
But no one knew what for.
"But sir, this is a funeral,
You cannot act this way!"
The man said not a word to him
But pulled the other way.
"You cannot take the casket out.
Stop pulling towards the door!"
The man just smiled and blinked his eyes
Then pulled a few feet more.
The priest did not know what to do.
He could not stand and shout.
"Will you please leave the casket there.
Please mister cut that out!"
A man in uniform stepped up
And said he'd stop the man.
But when the strange man would not stop,
He hit him with his hand.
"I broke my hand!" the chauffer yelled.
The strange man rubbed his side.
The coffin now he left alone
And calmly walked outside.
The man was taken by police.
They say that he was drugged.
But where else but Chicago could
A dead lady get mugged?